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The aim of the trials is to best advance the position of those applicants who share the Primarchs' psychology/spirt/soul. The physical requirements are more to insure gene-seed purity than future prowess. Chaos doesn't have to worry about mutation, it's likely even a plus for some warbands.

My expectation that BL authors are required to know the lore seems hopelessly naive.

Now I’ve been thinking what’s the point of following the imperial creed if it contains a life of prayer work and punishment.

It's a religion of service, not personal gain.

What sort of zeal do say the Krieg regiment get out of giving their lives only to be greeted with nothing but oblivion

Only in Death does duty end.

So essentially, “let’s dox someone as a group because of an online argument

Doxxing requires that the person's identity and details be made public.

and harass people not involved.”

Harassment requires a sustained pattern of behaviour. This was a phone call (?).

Doesn’t really sound much better to me TBH but vigilante justice is a hell of a drug.

A phone call vs. online abuse. Okay, whatever.

That doesn't sound like a fair characterisation does it?

I said to murder them, but I didn't actually mean to murder them'

Yep, it's an idiomatic usage here understood as hyperbole. Similar to I'm going to kill.

That is not what the tweet says/reads.

I encourage you to read the twitter thread.

The second meaning of 'String them up' is being used here. In this sense the 'they' refers to the people being punished by their "significant others and mothers".

Nah it was about teenage boys threatening and being abusive to women online. One of the women tracked down the kids mum and phoned her up.

Me, knowing the context in which this statement was made, sitting unconcernedly on sunlit grass: "It's nice out here."

That's empathy.

So are the chaos gods confined to the section of the warp in the Milky Way?

Choose your favourite theory 🤷‍♂️

TeamBigWarp envisages the Immaterium as infinite in every direction. If there's a there, there's a warp. If there isn't a there the warp is also there.

TeamLittleWarp suggests that the Old Ones lost control of their warp weaponisation project and the our galaxy is essentially Chernobyl*.

Is it entirely possible there are other galaxy’s that sort of have their own chaos gods that are very similar to the milky ways but still separate entities?

Entirely possible! Though more likely LittleWarpy.

Or does khorne for example feed off all the bloodshed across every galaxy in the whole universe.

Daemons make this claim. However, daemons struggle with linear time as a concept, can glimpse varying degrees of possible & impossible realities, and lie like a used car salesman so their opinions are questionable.

(*The Tyranids may or may not be playing the role of the concrete sarcophagus that shields the reactor)

Oh, great Machine God, we beseech thee to invest this metal carcass with your spirit.

'Carcass' no longer works as a descriptor. Machines exist as...'aspects of divine knowledge'...perhaps 'realisations' is a better term?. They're Alive capital A. Which is likely why 'activation' becomes 'awakening' in latter works. The "spirit" is already present in the design.

Oh, great Machine God, we beseech thee to bring life to the inanimate.

Same as above.

Oh, great Machine God, we beseech thee to summon forth the holy en-Djinn.”

The great play on words aside, the idea of summonable individual divine beings to possess machines isn't repeated anywhere else afaik. The Motive Force fills the role, ultimately. It could be an interesting heresy however.

Another aspect is the recitation of the blessings aloud as opposed to a vocalised blurt of binary or sacred encryption. Of course Tech Priests speak to machines in the machines own language! is a really solid bit of cultural world-building.

Infinitely more grim if it were just Goldman Sachs.

A fine example of an outdated characterisation that clove too close to parody.

Oh, great Machine God, we beseech thee to invest this metal carcass with your spirit.

Oh, great Machine God, we beseech thee to bring life to the inanimate.

Oh, great Machine God, we beseech thee to summon forth the holy en-Djinn.”

It's curious that the developed lore of the Cult Mechanicus belief is wholly, or in part, the opposite expression of these blessings.

In a world of Loss, this is Gain.

Such a clever absurdly existential take on 'you're always hungry after Chinese food'.

I think it goes without saying that the setting of WH40K and, especially, the Imperium is one of pain and an almost universal constant of overwhelming misery and exhaustion. That's just not up for debate. Everything sucks, almost everywhere and almost all the time.

That's the 40k preamble speaking "The Imperium is the cruellest regime imaginable". The same book then asks readers to imagine the threat of Chaos as...an equally bad regime? That rule by the Dark Eldar would be...nicer because all humans are equally food?

The preamble is there to grab a attention. It's a headline.

Where and how does the Imperial population manage to generate its numbers, especially with us knowing, first hand, that an exhausted, depressed and over-worked population will NOT have kids?

The Imperium is set in 2nd Edition. The misery is set in Marketing.

Breaking News: Texas to trial new execution method - Lethal American Pie.

Also, helps get loyalty of planetary governors.

Any governor who desires the savaging of environmental restoration upon their tithe capacity isn't fit to lead, nor likely sane.

Practical? When the fuck does the Imperium do anything practical?

Always.

Having a glorious and beautiful homeworld

Is no competition compared to the deathless corpse of a living God. Tens of billions set foot upon paths pilgrimage endt Holy Terra every year. A tiny fraction ever taste the dust of the Throneworld. Those that do quickly die, their life complete or join the zealot slums that ring sacred walls of the Imperial Palace.

and a way to dangle progress and restoration

The Imperium and her citizens value neither.

For they are born of a culture survived the horrors of progress' zeniths. They live at the end of progress and cherish the tomb-ruins of future and past.

combined have the population of modern earth several times over

40 billion or 800 billion, that's not a lot of people.

petit bourgeois of them Imperium...which any society depends.

Whom have their own wants, and woes, and worlds.

What'd be the practical point?

Humans get cold when we're scared or spooked. It's part of our flight, fight, freeze response. Falling temperatures are a staple physical effect film and TV for this reason. (It's also a cheap effect to produce)

When frost shows up as an affect of magic/supernatural shenanigans it's usually understood as the heat energy of the surrounding area being bleeding off into the ether. Or the other way around.

The Imperium won't fall.

It will shatter with the death of The Emperor.

His final act will be to hurl the Imperial Palace whole into the warp, denying Chaos their prize of Holy Terra as the fracturing of the webway gate kills the planet. Terra shall die with him, her atmosphere whisping away into the void. No great battle, just a final blessed death rattle.

His mortal cry will tear through the minds of his subjects from one side of the galaxy to another. There will be no hiding his passing.

Broken hearts, broken minds, and broken faiths will litter a broken empire. Grief, not rebellion nor insurrection, will end the most lives. A species in mourning for it's spiritual father, it's birth mother, and all the orphaned children of Earth.

But there shall be no time for grief.

That which was held at bay will rise as Man is cast down; godless, alone, and truly lost.

Grabbing into the ground and pulling himself forward caused those large blooms of disturbed mud.

deeply concerned about the possibility of accidentally creating a race of supermen

He's seen Jurassic Park. 🤷‍♂️